The Prince of Thorns
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    The Prince of Thorns

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    As the heir to Highgarden, Alester Tyrell embodies the virtues of nobility and justice. Fiercely loyal to his family, he stands as a beacon of honor in a realm fraught with treachery. But the path to preserving the Tyrell legacy is paved with perilo...

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    From the shadows

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    KING'S LANDING
    Littlefinger walks into a courtyard, where Cersei awaits.
    CERSEI: "Lord Baelish."
    LITTLEFINGER: "Your Grace."
    CERSEI: "I wonder if I might ask you for a favor."
    She walks with him.
    LITTLEFINGER: "Of course, Your Grace."
    CERSEI: "I have reason to believe that House Tyrell do not hold the crown's best interests at heart."
    LITTLEFINGER: "I see. And have you shared these suspicions with Lord Tywin?"
    CERSEI: "My father's a practical man. He appreciates facts."
    LITTLEFINGER: "Myself, I often find them a hindrance."
    CERSEI: "And he appreciates those who aid his family, as you well know. He's almost as generous to those who help us as he is unpleasant towards those who don't. You have a good working relationship with the Tyrells. I thought you might look into it before you leave the capital."
    LITTLEFINGER: "I shall do my best."
    CERSEI: "Thank you. And your best will prove better than when I asked you to locate Arya Stark?"
    LITTLEFINGER: "I assure you that it will."
    Cersei exits.
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    KING'S LANDING, TYRION'S CHAMBERS
    Podrick pours wine for Tyrion and Lady Olenna
    
                                
    
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    OLENNA: "Gods, boy, that's enough. We're not in a tavern."
    PODRICK: "Pardon, my lady."
    OLENNA: "No need to speak. Are there any figs? Fetch some. I always take figs midafternoon. They help move the bowels. To what do I owe this summons?"
    Podrick exits.
    TYRION: "Thank you for seeing me, my lady. I had hoped we might discuss a few financial matters."
    OLENNA: "I climbed all those steps to discuss financial matters?"
    TYRION: "It's the royal wedding. I'm told you had a hand in planning it."
    OLENNA: "Naturally."
    TYRION: "It's shaping up to be a very involved affair. The word extravagant has been used."
    OLENNA: "What good is the word extravagant if it can't be used to describe a royal wedding?"
    TYRION: "I understand that."
    OLENNA: "Good."
    TYRION: "But, as Master of Coin, it falls upon me to calculate the cost for the crown. As of now, it's a huge expense."
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